flashback: James & Kati Kim
I woke up around 4 this morning, achy and sick. I'm down with something, and I've been sleeping most the day away, folding in some bad TV.
I think I'm suffering from deja vu; one year ago, the Kim family went missing just a few hours south from here, lost on a snowy road. One year ago, I was sick and sleepy and I would wake up just to hear the news as it came in: the search, Kati and the girls being rescued, and finally, when they recovered James's body.
This story just sticks with me and doesn't let me go.
I think I'm suffering from deja vu; one year ago, the Kim family went missing just a few hours south from here, lost on a snowy road. One year ago, I was sick and sleepy and I would wake up just to hear the news as it came in: the search, Kati and the girls being rescued, and finally, when they recovered James's body.
This story just sticks with me and doesn't let me go.
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I may not come a calling today. I'm pretty incoherent. I'll catch up with you all soon.
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Sorry to hear you're sick and will be sending prayers your way. But even more sad to hear about the Kim's story again. That was heartbreaking! Chris and I almost did the same thing taking some back road trying to get back home after visiting Grandma in Sacramento a couple winters ago. Makes you stop and think... hard.
Sending you good vibes; I'm pretty sure they're healthy :)
Now it's my turn to give you well wishes and hope you start feeling better soon!! I'm sorry you're feeling so crummy.
Hope you are feeling better in the morning - is chicken soup allowed on the vegan diet? (not on real vegan diets I know, but on your kind?)
I feel tons better, certainly well rested. ;)
So tragic.
Can't believe it's been a year already.
Hope you are feeling better soon.
You know, the Kims' story just wrecked me. Maybe because they were so much like my little family, I couldn't help but imagine the four of us in their shoes. Every time I think about James setting out to find some kind of help for his three girls, my heart breaks. And I squeeze all my babies a little tighter.